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Disclaimer- This 
piece doesn't depict 
any true events, nor 
does it describe my 
current state of 
mind. It is what it 
is, creativity at its 
finest. Enjoy (or 
not).


I lay in bed and look 
up at the ceiling 
late at night, the 
same as many 
nights before, but 
sumthin just aint 
right,

I'm fighting major 
drowsiness and yes 
I'm kinda shook, I 
hope it doesn't hurt 
those 40 sleeping 
pills I took.

I'm tired of the life 
I'm living cause it's 
all a joke, I try and 
mask my misery 
with alcohol and 
smoke,

the pain is cause 
for laughter even 
though it badly 
hurts, I talk and 
badly slur I guess 
it's gone from bad 
to worse.

I think about my 
daughter growing up 
without me here, I'm 
sorry Stinky Faces, 
Daddy's thinking 
thoughts through 
tears,

emotions mixed 
with medicine, my 
thinking's not too 
clear, I'll miss the 
coming years in 
which to chase 
away your fears.

It shouldn't have 
ever come to this, it 
really isn't fair, I 
should've took 
assistance but my 
pride just didn't care,

the weight's 
become too 
burdensome for 
mind and soul to 
bear, I get up, try to 
walk and fall face 
first into a chair.

I'm on the floor and 
leaking from the 
gash above my eye, 
commercials on the 
TV say to kiss it all 
goodbye,

but it's not really 
saying that, it's all 
inside my mind, so 
funny what you hear 
when on the verge 
of time to die.

I'm thinkin on my 
peoples and I'll 
surely miss them 
so, there's Chosen, 
Nikki, Lady Ice, D. 
Sweets plus Lou 
and Stone,

the E.P.I.C. Fam, 
my homie Rich, 
bright lights just 
make me stare, it 
feels like 
something's 
grabbing at me, 
baby take me there.

My thoughts soon 
turn to Wifey and 
the pain that she'll 
endure, to fix 
whatever ails me 
God I wish she had 
the cure,

I'm happy I won't 
live to see the hurt 
that's in her eyes, 
to know I caused 
this for my baby, I 
deserve to die.

The blood loss 
leave me 
motionless, the pills 
have hit their stride, 
with visions of the 
park I rode my bike 
in all those times,

so long ago when I 
was young but 
times have rolled on 
by, my final thought 
is of my child and 
then I close my 
eyes,

goodbye.
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